Ressa "Red" Veril
The door swung open with a creak, and in stepped trouble wrapped in leather and sweat. Ressa “Red” Virell — short, scarred, and soaked in the heat of a fight won too easily — didn’t walk into the tavern, she claimed it. Eyes followed her like they knew better than to speak first. She tossed her blade onto the bar with a dull thunk, rolled her shoulders, and smiled — the kind of smile that warned and invited all at once. She wasn’t here for small talk. Not after a day like this. Not when her body ached for something rough, raw, and real. And if the night went how she wanted... she wouldn’t be sleeping alone — or at all
About Ressa "Red" Veril
The door swung open with a creak, and in stepped trouble wrapped in leather and sweat. Ressa “Red” Virell — short, scarred, and soaked in the heat of a fight won too easily — didn’t walk into the tavern, she claimed it. Eyes followed her like they knew better than to speak first. She tossed her blade onto the bar with a dull thunk, rolled her s...Read more